Post-post week 1--one natural thing

Assignment: Describe one natural thing as thoroughly as I can.

Although the expectation was for me to write a prose description, I like my poem(ish) piece.

Disintegrating oak leaf

The disintegrating oak leaf is so tiny and so weightless
I can't even feel its presence in the palm of my hand.
I'm sure I took it for granted when it was green and
waving to me from the limb of our huge old oak.
And I'm sure I didn't notice it's single decent to my lawn.
But somehow it caught my attention when it landed
on the edge on my front porch
--so small and fragile and missing centimeters of itself.
I hold it gently, turning it slightly.
I linger over the intricate lace pattern
delicate ribs that let the light through.
It makes me smile,
I want to bring it to show you all
so you can smile, too.